Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.